the undulations
or call them flaws
the waves and dunes
or call them the emotion
the heat of touch
or call it passion
the impressions of travelling feet
or call them the marks of love
the lonely winds
or call it longing
the beauty and the bareness
or call it persona
the ruffled ever shifting sands
or call it the sweet struggle of love
the undulations
or call them flaws.
“Flaws” or “hungry mouths” where love may seep in and nurture?
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Walls with no cracks can’t let sunlight in… flaws, schisms for light to enter..:)
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Yes..not flaws really..just the sensitive places
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